Sawtooth Spire Bridges

The Mountain Hollyhock swayed to and fro enticingly, beckoning him. Huffing, he made to leave...before Aariak called to him across the way. Ears cupping forward, he zeroed in on his pack mate. The woodland here was plenteous – far more than Kapvik first anticipated. Even so, Aariak could be easily spotted because of his ermine coat.
INDENTTrotting further up the riverside, he saw it – that overpass Aariak spoke of. Kapvik gazed upon it, taken with this peculiar formation. How this construct came to be, he could not fathom. Never has he seen anything quite like this. Greenery and moss grew upon the stone. Imposingly, trees have taken root here as well. If it was sturdy enough for that, it should withstand his added weight. Kapvik tested it nervously, moving this way and that to scrutinize the bridge's sides for signs of deterioration. Time has not lessened his fear of quick moving watercourses. That commotion involving Whitewater Gorge was still fresh in his mind. It was an occurrence he had no desire to experience twice.
INDENTKapvik shot across the bridge like a bat out of hell, almost barreling into Aariak. Fortunately for him, the wolverine put on the brakes just in time. Still, they were too close for the Gamma's liking. Backing up, he looked behind him to see if the bridge was still standing. It was. Kapvik rested his sunburst eyes back upon Aariak, looking him over. He was none the worse for wear and he was, indeed, the Aariak he knew before that beastly storm. They met during a hunt. Not the happiest moment for the Gamma. The flashbacks started rolling in. Anger burned hot within him, rippling across his spine in erose peaks. Lips twitched, pinching in exasperation. The wrath and disgrace was not reserved for Aariak although it looked like it.